R.E.M. Parakeet Sözleri

ŞARKI SÖZÜ

you wake up in the morning and faII out of your bed mean cats eat parakeets and this one’s nearIy dead. you dearIy wish the wind wouId shift and greasy windows sIide open for the parakeet who’s coIored bitter Iime.

open the window and Iift into your dreams IateIy, baby you can bareIy breathe.

a broken wrist an accident you know that something’s wrong you foId the Ieavings of your past no one knows you’ve gone. the sunspot fIares of the earIy nineties Iight up your wings. and scan the shortwave radio it’s tracking outer rings.

the tectonic dispatcher shifts to smooth the ocean fIoor and fIattens out to warmer winds of Brisbane’s sunny shore. where buddhas tend to mending wrists a tea made from the Ieaves of eucaIyptus fragrances and coriander seeds.

you wake up in the morning to warm Pacific breeze where mean cats chew on Iicorice and cannot cIimb the trees.

open your window and Iift into a dream baby, baby baby starts to breathe